i always sat waiting for you.
waiting for your love.
waiting for your smile.
watching.
watching you slowly fall out of love.
watching the hours id been left on delivered grow, while your texts shortened.
the longer time took for you to answer
gray seemed to appear on my scalp as i picked myself apart wondering what i did to mess up our so called "friendship".
we never had a label, we never referred to another as anything.
but deep down we both new sparks flew when we stared into another's eyes,
my chest filled with butterflies,
all compacted and squeezed in tight.
but the sparks that used to fly faded in your eyes,
they left scares.
in my now broken butterfly wings.
YOU ARE READING
the moon circles back to you.
Poetrythese are some random poems ive written about all my struggles and insecurities ive had to face with as a teenager. ☽ 𝚝𝚠:𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐☼
